Promises are all they give usEach one more rewarding than the otherIsn't it so wonderful as they tell usExactly what we want to hearIt's our misfortune to beSo always blind to things thatWe deep inside know can't be trueThat's why we're just a miserable bunchWe imagine how it would beTo live in their angelical world nowAnd forget the bad things in our own

[Lead: Ricardo]

Why can't people see thatTheir words are hollowWe are simply followingSomething illusive as a dreamWhy can't people stop searchingFor a way of reaching theSo called "EDEN" that rentsIn the other side of lifeThe things that they say are allMere ways of making them profitFrom the desires they knowWe've got unconsciously inside